Chapter 200 Orianna
"You..." Tam was shocked:
"You're such a freaking genius!"
Yeah, why didn't he think of...
There is no need to cultivate delicacies, because in the Leaders Association, there is his favorite, naturally produced, exquisite delicacies!
Not to mention that Levi took the initiative to invite him over for dinner.
Even if Levi didn't want him to come over, after realizing this, he would take the initiative to help clean up the house... no, clean up the dining table.
"Okay, I agree!"
The devil readily agreed to the deal with Levi:
"I can be a consultant to the Leaders Association... But I can only help you a little at a critical moment. Don't expect me to be your thug."
He cleverly added an additional condition.
"No problem." Levi agreed very readily.
Now that the person has been tricked back, wouldn't it be easy to trick him into helping out again at the "critical moment"?
"But I have a condition."
Levi also added a condition.
"You can only eat those traitors who have been tried, whose evil deeds are proven and whose crimes are extremely serious."
"You can't lure Lina and Jinx like you did, and use magic to amplify their desires."
"That won't work." The devil said, "At least Lina can't do that - she still owes me a debt. If she can't resist my temptation , that's her own problem, not mine."
"Okay then..." Levi glanced at his sister, who looked confident, and gave in.
"But you can only use this magic on Lina in the future. You can't use it on other Wind Leaders like you seduced Jinx."
"Yes!" Lina also nodded heavily: "Devil, you are not allowed to seduce my sister and make her do those weird things again!"
Tam: “…”
The demon was silent for a while:
"I didn't even seduce her, asshole!"
…
Things in Bilgewater came to a quick end.
The view switches back to Piltover, a few days later.
On the diverse shopping street of Piltover, there is a workshop belonging to the famous clockwork technology expert and inventor Colin Leveque.
Mr. Colin has a lovely daughter, Orianna, with beautiful light blonde hair.
Orianna is gentle, kind, studious and inquisitive. She works as an apprentice in her father's workshop. Her performance always satisfies her colleagues, customers and her father, the shop owner.
But lately, Orianna has been giving her father a lot of headaches.
Because she is so gentle and kind, and she is studious and curious.
Kindness means that she will sympathize with the poor, even those from Zaun.
Being studious means that she can understand the theories of leaders.
Being curious means that she has a strong desire for knowledge and does not blindly obey authority.
then……
“Oh, my God—”
That day, Mr. Colin returned to the store from outside and soon realized that something was wrong.
Because Orianna was standing in front of the counter at this time, wearing headphones and seemed to be absorbed in enjoying some wonderful music.
But when she saw her father pushing the door open, she instinctively trembled like a frightened little rabbit.
Mr. Colin's face turned green when he noticed his daughter's little action.
"Orianna, are you secretly listening to Seraphine's music again?"
He quickly walked behind the counter and snatched Orianna's hidden Walkman.
When I opened it, I found a tape inside: "Symphony No. 5 in C minor, Seraphine."
"Seraphini, it's Seraphine again! Didn't I tell you that her music can no longer be listened to!" Mr. Colin was anxious and annoyed.
"But it's just an ordinary song...it has nothing to do with politics." Orianna muttered indignantly.
"You!" Mr. Colin turned pale with anger.
The song has nothing to do with politics, but the composer does.
As the official girlfriend of President Levi, Seraphine is the most outstanding and influential political and propaganda worker of the Guild Leader. She is now ranked fourth in the "Zaan Roll Call" released by Piltover, second only to Levi, Viktor, and Mel, the three "bandit leaders" of the Guild Leader.
The composer has become a "bandit leader", so how can this song have nothing to do with politics?
Just think about it, this "Symphony No. 5 in C Minor", also known as "Symphony No. 5 of Fate", is about expressing the indomitable spirit in the face of a rough fate and the desire to strangle fate by the throat.
So the question is...what exactly does the so-called rough fate mean?
Is this "strangle" a metaphor or a statement? Is it a call for everyone to do something?
So... because the composer was Seraphine, the trendsetter, this song, which was originally widely praised by the Piltover music industry, became a banned song in Piltover overnight.
"Do you want to kill yourself, Orianna?" Colin angrily lectured his daughter: "If the law enforcement officer finds out that you still have this kind of tape, our whole family will be sent to Stillwater Prison!"
"I..." Orianna knew her father's worries.
She finally gave in: "I understand."
"That's good to know." Colin snatched the tape that his daughter had carefully hidden away and stuffed it into his pocket.
Then he asked worriedly, "Those leader's manuals, newspapers, and books you collected in the past should have been burned, right?"
"It's all burned." Orianna muttered.
"Is it really gone?" Colin was a little unconvinced.
"That's all..." Then there was a suffocating silence.
Finally, Orianna couldn't help but ask her father: "Dad, how about we move to Zaun?"
"What?" Mr. Colin was stunned for a moment.
Then he realized, "Are you crazy? Zaun? Who would go to a place like that?"
I've only heard of people from Zaun sneaking into Piltover, but I've never heard of anyone from Piltover running to Zaun.
Not to mention, he was a small workshop owner and a wealthy businessman.
"Do you know how the leader treats small workshop owners like us?"
"They will rob us of all our property like bandits, and deliver us to the barbaric Zaun people for their humiliation and entertainment, and finally hang us on the street lamps like dried fish."
Mr. Colin said this in a ghost story tone.
"No, you've read too much of the Piltover Daily and have been fooled by the fake news." Orianna retorted: "The Wind Leader will only use violence against big business owners and chem-barons who have truly committed evil deeds."
"Small handicraft workshops like ours are still allowed to exist in the base of the Leaders."
"Especially you, father. You are an expert in clockwork technology and an inventor. And the Wind Leader Association is in greatest need of scientific and technological talents. We will only receive a warm welcome from the Wind Leader in Zaun. There will be no danger at all."
"..." Colin couldn't help but be stunned when he heard these words that subverted his cognition.
He immediately asked in shock: "Oliana...how do you know the policy of the Wind Leader's base ?"
"Are you still in contact with their people?!"
When the Windleaders Guild's headquarters was still in Piltover, Orianna had already been exposed to Janna's thoughts through several promotional meetings, and also met many official members of the Windleaders and Windseekers.
She immediately agreed with the leader's theory, and after in-depth thinking and study, she even wrote an application for membership.
It was a pity that the Windseekers moved to Zaun, the Noxian army arrived, and Piltover and the Windseekers Association broke off completely, resulting in her being left in Piltover and failing to become a member of the Windseekers Association as she wished.
Orianna thought this was a pity.
But her father, Mr. Colin, thought it was a blessing in disguise.
Fortunately, Orianna failed to join the guild, so their family was able to sever ties with the Wind Leader in time and survive the anti-Jana wave that swept the city.
But now...
"You're not getting involved with them again, are you?" Colin asked worriedly.
"No." Orianna answered hesitantly: "It's just... Dad, didn't you buy a radio recently?"
Under Levi's creative guidance, Victor quickly mastered the principles of radio technology and tried to create the first radar, radio station and radio in Runeterra.
Radar and radio stations are used by the military, while radios are used by civilians.
However, the Leader did not make money from this radio, but shared this technology for free with the seed benzene masters in Piltover.
Seeing that it was profitable, the radio manufacturers in Piltover introduced this technology without hesitation. In accordance with the expectations of the leaders, they took the initiative to promote the radio among the people.
But what they didn’t expect was…
Or maybe they thought of it, but they still pretended not to know it in order to make money...
The leader set up a high-power radio tower in Zaun and established a radio station called "Voice of Zaun".
Now, unless the Ziben family in Piltover confiscates all the radios they have sold, the voice of the Wind Leader can be broadcast via the radio and directly reach the radios in every household in Piltover.
"I heard about the policies of the leader from the radio," said Orianna.
"You——" The old father was choked and speechless.
Finally, he could only say helplessly: "Hand over the radio too!"
"I won't." Orianna was very stubborn this time: "Father, won't you think about it seriously?"
"Right now, Piltover has been thrown into chaos by Senator Camille and the Noxian soldiers, while Zaun is thriving under the leadership of the Wind Leader."
"I think even if we don't flee to Zaun, Piltover will become 'Zaun' sooner or later!"
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Mr. Colin disagreed strongly.
Piltover will become "Zaun"? This is a huge joke!
Looking at the determined look on his daughter's face, he could only sigh helplessly: "Alas... I shouldn't have let you run around and attend promotional meetings."
"Oliana, you have been brainwashed by those leaders!"
"You should learn to think independently. Think about it. If Zaun is so promising, why do those Zaun people still stay in Piltover and refuse to go back?"
"It's only temporary!" said Orianna.
"They stayed in Piltover just to pursue the superior material conditions of Piltover. They don't love Piltover at all, nor do they love the so-called Piltover system. They are not political trendsetters, but just ordinary people who want to live a good life."
"The choices these people make can only represent the present, not the future."
"If Zaun can develop better than Piltover in the future, I think they will return to Zaun without hesitation."
"You must be joking!" said Mr. Colin, without hearing a word of it.
He just felt that his daughter had been brainwashed and was completely unreasonable.
He believed that what she said was fundamentally untrue. Because Zaun could not develop better than Piltover. It was not in the past, it is not now, and it will not in the future.
"Zauans are simply not creative."
"They have almost no other means of making money except stealing our Piltover technology, using worthless manpower to take away the jobs of Piltover workers, and polluting the environment to produce alchemical products that we despise."
"How can such a city-state with rigid thinking, poverty and backwardness surpass Piltover?" Mr. Colin said disdainfully.
“But they also have geniuses like Professor Victor, and inventions like the Walkman and the radio,” Orianna pointed out.
"Victor was trained at Piltover University. Walkmans and radios are just gadgets. What use are they?"
Orianna: "Radio is no small thing. Father, you are also a scientist. You should be able to see the great potential behind this technology."
"That's not cutting-edge technology. If we really want to research it, we in Piltover can develop it in a few days."
“…”
"Alas..." Orianna hesitated to speak.
One of them had read too much of the Piltover Daily Report, and the other had gotten used to listening to the Voice of Zaun.
Although they are biological father and daughter, they are talking at cross purposes and neither of them can convince the other.
"The small bourgeoisie is naturally content with the status quo. Unless something happens that threatens their vital interests, they will not actively seek change..."
Suddenly, Orianna thought of the theory in the booklet.
Yes, it’s useless to talk about the principles of leadership with a rich man like her father.
He must also feel that his interests have been damaged before he will start to reflect.
But her father was a great inventor, a small workshop owner, and a genuine Piltover native. Even though the lives of Zaun immigrants and the lower classes of Piltover had been greatly affected by the confrontation between the two cities, he had been hardly affected because of his clean identity and wealth.
"What about... the Noxians?"
"Do you even agree with the Noxian army moving into Piltover?" Orianna asked.
Although the Noxian army has only been stationed in Piltover not long ago, those arrogant and poorly disciplined Noxian soldiers have already caused many things in Piltover that have angered the people.
Even the commercial street in front of Colin's store, the once prosperous and peaceful city center of Piltover, is now often harassed by those unscrupulous Noxian soldiers.
For a while, everyone avoided the Noxians as if they were the plague, and even the flow of people on the street decreased a lot.
"This..." This matter finally touched upon Colin's vital interests.
"Isn't it the fault of those leaders?" The interests have been touched, but the fundamental interests have not been touched.
So Mr. Colin put aside the evil deeds of the Noxians and only taught his daughter:
"If those leaders hadn't shouted 'bloodbath in Piltover', why would Councillor Camille ask the Noxians to station troops there?"
"Besides, these Noxians are here to protect us after all."
"They are our bodyguards and our allies... We can't drive them out just because a few Noxian soldiers behaved inappropriately, right?"
Orianna: “…”
She was speechless.
Her father felt that she was brainwashed by the leader.
Now she also feels that her father has been brainwashed by the Piltover Daily News.
"Do you really think... that the Noxians are the bodyguards of Piltover, not the masters?"
"Of course..." Mr. Colin was about to answer.
Suddenly, there was a heavy and messy sound of footsteps outside the store.
Several drunken Noxian soldiers were walking down the street, arm in arm, staggering from side to side.
As they passed by, someone peeked into the store through the glass door.
Then he immediately patted his companion's shoulder excitedly:
"Hey! K-Krete, look--"
"A beautiful girl like a flower~"
